Amber Santiago Novels & Stories

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

Santiago The car came to a screeching halt in front of the Bandas gates. I strutted out of the car with one of my guards behind me. I presumed that the security team inside had seen me. Their eyes were glued on me as they gave feedback to one another. "Lord San of the Castillo Mafia," one of the guards said and I nodded. "How can I help you?" Another one asked and I looked up sharply. I kept my cool and responded, "I am here to see Lord Antonio Palmer."

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated

my little Toddy! Are you hungry baby?" Todd groaned at the baby nickname that his mother had given him when he was 2 years old. "Oh..mom.." he twisted out of her tight grasp, cleared his throat and stood up extra straight. He ran his hands down his shirt as if to iron out any wrinkles just in case his mom had ruffled him up. "Now Mom. Yes I am hungry. what are you making? "I'm making biscuits eggs and bacon for my special angels. where is your sister?" She asked as she peeked down the hallway looking for her daughter. Usually Todd and his sister woke up at the same time. She rarely seen one without the other. "She's still asleep mom, I didn't want to wake her because she looked really tired

“Oh, poor Piper. Thinking you could rub shoulders with us. You don’t belong here. Go back to whatever little hole you crawled out of.” Her words cut deep, but I refuse to let her see it. I take another sip of wine, meeting her gaze evenly. “I said, I’m not in the mood.” Amber’s smile widens, her perfectly glossed lips parting as she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “That dress can’t hide what you are. A charity case in designer scraps. You’re nothing but a leech. You think dressing up makes you one of us? "

“You look more and more like Isabel each time I see you.” Amara's jaw clenched. He offered a drink. She didn't take it. “Where is she?” Santiago chuckled. “Right to business. You're your mother's daughter, alright.” “I didn't come for nostalgia.” He sat, motioning for her to join him. She didn't. “You set fire to my club,” he said casually. “You sent men after mine in Valencia.” “Business.” “Retaliation.” He raised a brow. “And what is this?”

"Where far away? Why can't you name it? she wanted to say. But Edmingard just managed to look at Zachriel. Later she gives up and shakes her head. She stepped back and turned her back on the man. Every time she talks to him she notices something she shouldn't. She likens Zachriel to someone who has been a big part of his life. Edmingard rubbed her forehead in a combination of frustration and irritation. Her sole assistant in making the vases, and Amber just said goodbye. Amber is said to be leaving that day and going home to province in bicol. Her mother is sick and alone in life. It's serious. She is not insensitive. She understands that. The only problem is that Amber informed me on the da

The transition into a late Sunday occurs with a heavy finality. Isaac Corres struggled with the reality of parting from Santiago Vega after their weekend sanctuary of skin and scent. The drive toward San Antonio International Airport felt like a countdown to an ending. Santiago considered begging Isaac to abandon his life and follow him to California, knowing his pro career was drifting that way, but the words remained lodged in his throat.

I said. "How long has he had you."He asked me. "Five years."I said nonchalantly. ack you did a good job bringing her here she would be of good help to us."He said with a grin . "So what's the deal."I said looking at him. "You know for years have been trying so hard to bring Brooks down and I think with your help its finally coming to pass." "I don't get it." "let me introduce myself properly, my name is Salvador the leader of this mafia group and the Brooks are the overall leaders ,am tired of being the second I want to be the first."He said.

Santiago’s response was a sly smile as he resumed reading his book. Half an hour later, Lola’s wide eyes soaked up as much as they could as Santiago drove through the city. Though the sun was as high as back in Madrid, it lacked the same scorching intensity. Towering skyscrapers sparkled like enormous diamonds against the sunlight, generously contributing to the dazzling metropolitan aesthetic. Despite bustling with tourists, the sidewalks were calm and orderly. Lisbon had never been a city on Lola’s to-visit list, and now she internally scolded herself for not including it sooner.